paroles de chanson Stock in the Game - Freddie Foxxx
Hi,
I'm
Jona,
Freddie
Foxxx
is
my
dad
And
I
wanna
say
that
all
you
rappers
are
wack
Wordup,
baby,
yeah,
you
ready?
It's
Bumpy
Knuckles,
baby,
we
tear
this
motherfucker
down
Welcome
to
the
underground
where
hardcore
niggas
are
found
We're
beatin'
niggas
down,
make
you
world
renown
Where
street
beef
set
off
once
never
forgiven
Where
real
niggas
never
give
up,
we
fugitivin'
that's
how
we
be
livin'
Where
niggas
vibe
on
the
raw
shit
Come
out,
your
face
fucked
up
and
get
your
jaw
split
We
will
pick
your
teeth
up
and
put
'em
on
a
string
like
bones
And
send
your
punk
ass
home
alone
I
got
stock
in
this
microphone,
you
innuendos
And
get
you
beat
the
fuck
up
and
played
like
Nintendo
Maybe
smoke
like
the
hydro,
endo,
you
niggas
is
hookers
I
hit
you
with
the
four
pound
tuckers
Have
you
ever
seen
a
rap
stampede?
We'll
bring
'em
underground
and
I'll
run
'em
down
You
know
my
reputation
My
voice
over
disco
beats
is
violation
New
York
walk,
New
York
talk
And
when
I
blow
you
niggas
dime,
I
use
my
own
chalk
So
watch
what
the
fuck
you
say
and
what
you
do
For
real,
niggas
bring
it
to
you
and
your
whole
crew
Bring
in,
baby,
you
ready?
I
got
stock
in
this
game
Got
a
bad
reputation
for
bringin'
the
glock
to
the
game
You
know
my
name,
so
if
you
ever
come
across
me
wrong
Just
remember
the
words
to
this
song
I
be
hearin'
mad
MCs,
I
study
your
rhymes
And
I
noticed
that
you
niggas
is
just
wastin'
time
I
don't
take
it
to
wack
niggas,
they
self-destruct
I
take
it
to
nice
niggas
and
fuck
them
up
So
the
fact
that
you
be
shinin'
makes
it
even
better
for
me
That
just
leaves
more
cheddar
for
me
I
keep
it
blacker
than
Cadillacs
in
'69
Total
eclipse
your
record
and
stole
your
shine
Sixteen
bars
of
homemade
moonshine
rhyme
And
I
still
had
you
motherfuckers
payin'
me
mine
What's
up?
Watch
me
snatch
a
hundred
grand
on
you
niggas
No
tax
while
you
loudmouth
braggin'
ass
niggas
fake
jacks
I'm
nice
with
my
mothafuckin'
hands
And
I
bust
my
heats,
Freddie
Foxxx,
celebrity
box
out
the
beats
My
flow
is
so
cold,
start
a
rainy
day
snowin'
My
voice
fertilize,
your
thoughts
to
start
growin'
It's
Bumpy
Knuckles
and
raw
niggas
incorporated
The
real
niggas
love
it,
the
fake
niggas
hate
it
You
motherfuckers
ready
for
this?
Check
it
out,
here
we
go
I
got
stock
in
this
game
Got
a
bad
reputation
for
bringin'
the
glock
to
the
game
You
know
my
name,
so
if
you
ever
come
across
me
wrong
Just
remember
the
words
to
this
song
I
got
stock
in
the
game
Got
a
bad
reputation
for
bringin'
the
glock
to
the
game
You
know
my
name,
so
if
you
ever
come
across
me
wrong
Just
remember
the
words
to
this
song
I
go
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
I
make
it
live
Simple
ass
shit
like
that
be
soundin'
wack
But
when
I
spit
the
lyrical
terror
that
makes
niggas
hide
they
jewels
Wild
niggas
start
cockin'
they
tools
I
got
my
ethics
from
the
older
school
If
you
wack
then
I
spit
it
Somethin'
to
steal,
I
come
get
it
If
Freddie
Foxxx
want
beef,
niggas
ain't
with
it
Some
niggas
wanna
try
my
style
but
can't
fit
it
I
be
hearin'
niggas
that
sound
like
me
But
ain't
never
ever
really
put
it
down
like
me
Plus
them
niggas
ain't
really
underground
like
me
Street
reputation,
love
town
to
town
like
me
You
bitch
ass
motherfuckers
I
squared
off
in
the
mainstream
world
actin'
like
a
mothafuckin'
girls
I
wet
you
like
a
jheri
curl
and
you'll
explode
like
uranium
The
only
thing
you'll
have
to
fall
back
on
is
your
cranium
You
soft
niggas
could
never
be
iller
than
the
hole
maker
Hole
filler,
Bumpy
Knucks
keep
it
realer,
the
blood
spiller
Don't
fuck
with
a
mothafuckin'
killer,
turn
it
up
I
got
stock
in
this
game
Got
a
bad
reputation
for
bringin'
the
glock
to
the
game
You
know
my
name,
so
if
you
ever
come
across
me
wrong
Just
remember
the
words
to
this
song
I
got
stock
in
this
game
Got
a
bad
reputation
for
bringin'
the
glock
to
the
game
You
know
my
name,
so
if
you
ever
come
across
me
wrong
Then
all
you
motherfuckers
will
be
gone,
word
'em
up
Now,
check
it
out,
all
you
motherfuckers
better
know
Baby,
it's
Bumpy
Knuckles
and
I
never
die
If
half
you
niggas
was
really
as
you
say
you
was
We
wouldn't
have
had
no
wars
between
the
Coast
But
you
niggas
is
bitches
'Cause
when
they
did
it
to
us
we
never
did
it
to
them
So
I'd
do
it
to
every
motherfuckin'
body,
baby
The
lone
soldier,
Bumpy
Knuckles,
motherfucker
You
better
watch
your
back,
nigga,
kill
me
1 Live @ the Roxy 2000
2 24 Hrs
3 Tell 'em I'm Here
4 Bambaataa & Bumpy Talk Industry
5 Inside Your Head
6 Who Knows Why?
7 Searchin' (feat. Terisa Griffin)
8 Never Bow Down
9 Industry Shakedown
10 MC's Come & MC's Go
11 Bumpy Bring It Home (feat. M.O.P.)
12 Live in Tokyo With DJ Rukas
13 Bumpy Knuckles Baby
14 R.N.S.
15 Stock in the Game
16 Intelligent Thug-Bumpy's Theory
17 Feel Like I Been Here
18 The Mastas (feat. M.O.P.)
19 Part of My Life
20 Live @ the Roxy - 2000 Outro
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